We empty out

Into a field

On a stormy day.

I long for the warmth

Of my bed at Chandelle --

My school

My home

My life.

The whole time

The girl is in front

Guiding me along the path.

How does she know

Where to go?

It is obvious she is

A spy

But for whom

Remains a mystery.

“I’ll take you back

And then you can

Forget this ever happened,”

The girl says.

She sounds sad

As if she has to leave people,

Just as she is leaving me,

Too often.

She presses a button on her belt,

And a car comes into view.

We drive for hours,

But finally reach home.

I step out of the car,

And ask,

“What is your name?”

But she’s already gone.

The End

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